Midori the Villain

The Fall of a Hero

"Tenko Shimura, huh?" Gran Torino sighed over the phone. "There is such a child. He's her grandson but I was under the impression he died with the rest of the family."

“I see… so it wasn’t just a coincidence.” All Might held his chest and slowly sat down. 

“Oi, Toshinori…” Gran Torino scolded. “Don’t lose your nerve. If the boy is as bad as the Doctor is claiming then you can’t look at him any different than you would another villain. The same goes for this Izumi Midoriya.” 

“I understand, but Little Midori is-” 

“If she’s involved in something as dangerous as murder then you can’t just take it with a grain of salt. You have to accept that there is a legit possibility that she’s not as innocent as she appears.” Torino scolded. “That girl has a darkness inside her, I saw it when I watched the sports festival. She struggles between her heroic behavior and her desperate desire to win. Those kind of personality clashes are dangerous and manipulative, so be wary.” 

“Yes sir.” All Might hung his head. He didn’t want to believe it of Midoriya. He wanted to have faith in the girl, not just because he trusted her with his secret, but because he saw the true hero that was hidden behind all that dark desire. She had a hunger to win that was sure… but underneath it was a genuine need to help others. In the end that need will help her make the right decision, he was sure. “I’ll do what needs to be done, no matter what.” 

~Monday Morning~

Izumi returned to class on Monday morning as if nothing happened. She did her best to put up a smile and goof off with friends, but she knew that day when the girl had asked for her autograph that her days of pretending to be a hero were almost over. She couldn’t keep lying to herself or to the friends and classmates she’d come to care about. 

Standing in this room with all the familiar faces, watching them smile, laugh, and exchange stories made her desperately wish to belong… but it was all a dream, and soon she’d have to wake up and face reality. 

She eyed Iida across the room, his arm bandaged under his clothes and eyes surprisingly calm. She wondered if the horrific events had given him some kind of epiphany, or if he was taking Karma’s advice about his heroic behavior to heart. Either way she hoped he took something away from the experience. She’d hate to know that she’d punished him only for him to repeat his idiotic mistakes. 

“How are you feeling, Midoriya-san?” Yaoyorozu asked her suddenly and snapped her attention back. 

“Hmmm?” She glanced back at her and offered a small smile. “I’m okay.” 

“Are you sure? You haven’t quite been yourself lately.” She crouched down and touched her hand. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Is Shimura-san causing problems? Did he-” 

“Tenko is fine, I’m fine.” She grabbed Yaoyorozu’s hand squeezing it, maybe a little too tightly. “Thanks for being concerned though, Yao. I appreciate it.” 

“Alright… but really if there’s anything you-” she trailed off when laughter erupted. Both their heads turn to the door and neither of them could keep a straight face at what they saw. 

“STOP LAUGHING!” Bakugo snarled. “My hair has gotten used to the treatment and won’t turn back, not even after I wash it!” 

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Todoroki strung fingers through his own slick back look. “It doesn’t look bad.” 

“Hahahahahaha! Oh my god, Kacchan you look so precious!” Izumi took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of them. She had to take a couple because her hand was shaking from her laughter.